Nonsensical musings

The other day, something happened.

Something pretty serious.

It worried my mum a lot.

I told her everything would be OK, I reassured her that it would be.

She cried.

It turns out that I was right (as I knew I would be).

Come yesterday evening, my dad said something to me, something which made me cry.

Funny how it took him only five words to convey to me how proud he was of me, and one of those words wasn't even "proud".

Man, I love my dad.

Anywho, took last week off the cardio due to a multitude of things but now I iz back brah, stronger than ever.

Tomorrow I must wake up early-ish, cardio it up, shower, phone a woman about a job and then do some other stuff.

Yeah, that's it for now.

Btw..SPIDER JOOG

Also, why do some people think it is ok to tell you what to do about stuff when they themselves have no idea? Man, shut your mouth AND still stop fucking copying me.

Haha, I ran an experiment recently and my results just prove how much of a sheep certain people are.

Lose communication and you're still trying to emulate me, STOP IT. YOU CAN NEVER BE ME.

My Fitness Plan

So I have decided to tone up a bit and I started today, I tried coming up with excuses to get out of exercising whilst I was brushing my teeth but having found a note pasted to the cross trainer telling me to get my arse in motion, I decided it was now or never.

So, I got into my exercising outfit (some gym bottoms and an olddd Adidas hoody) and put the headphones in my ears.

I decided to start on 20 minutes because I thought I might chicken out (I really don't know what my problem is, back when I HAD to lose weight I was doing 40 mins a day, but that was in two sittings and I don't fancy doing that again as the waiting around annoys me, I want to cardio, then shower). Anywho, I think I am going to work up every two weeks, i.e. 20 mins for these two weeks, then 30, then 40, by then my resistance should be ok as I am doing more distance training than strictly calories.

Anywho, in true fashion, I digress..I got the iPod out, stuck the earphones in my ears and onto the machine I went..

I must say that for once, the time flew by..I cardio'd my way though the following songs:

• Somebody Told Me - The Killers
• You're All I Have - Snow Patrol
• You Give Me Something - James Morrison (I tell a lie, this was changed after about 10 seconds as tis too slow to do cardio too)
• Sonnet - The Verve
• Lucky Man - The Verve (twice)

The last two songs are my true cardio songs, they do something to me that makes me just work that much harder, quite a few songs are like that, maybe I should put them into one playlist and cardio to them..that IS an idea BUT my speakers on my computer have still not been fixed and thus I shall have to stick to what I have as shuffling the songs is too risky as the ones I want are likely to not come up.

The good thing about the two Verve songs mentioned above is that they start off quiet-ish and then build up, then they lapse a bit and when you need that something to get you through the sluggish bit of cardio, the song picks up. I also find that Fake Tales of San Francisco by the Arctic Monkeys is the same kinda thing. Also, as I do the distance cardio, the endings of songs become important as you can travel half a kilometre on the cross trainer on the fading out of one song..now the two Verve songs mentioned above and the Monkeys' song both trail out for a while and thus tis easy to go further whilst listening to them.

Depending on how I feel, I might do 5 days a week this week, though I am thinking to do 3 days a week, 5 days a week, 3..5..3..5.

Also, I was worried how my hair would look cut short but thanks to camera-vision I can now see as I simply flipped the other side over and I looked OK-ish, now just to get my self down to Salon B to see what is it like in there, then to grow some balls and get it cut..BUT I checked my hair last night and it has gone UNDER the boobage, I waited so long for it to grow this long and it seems harsh to cut it, but I need a new style for work and also, tis only the top bits that will get cut, I still retain some length!

This is all..

Actually, no..I took pics for the second entry into that BBC competition, one or two came out OK but I had to make do with stuff I didn't really want as a first choice but due to stuff happening, I shall have to take my first choice pic tomorrow/this weekend.

Waxing

So I was meant to get my legs waxed this morning but I overslept, great.

Luckily, the woman who does my waxing had a cancellation right after mine so she managed to wax me after all.

Tis funny how even after 7 years I still wince when she rips the material off, even though it doesn't hurt.

I cannae wait to just whip my trousers off and walk around with sexy legs and also to not be called Stubbler.

Plus, they are exfoliated, smooth AND glowy, this is one of the reasons why waxing>shaving.

I am still contemplating whether or not to invest in an epilator, tis the same notion as shaving I suppose.

Supermarket Theft

Went shopping today and half the stuff I put in the trolley did not make it home.

I am quite upset as I have wanted a specific shampoo for ages and twas too expensive to buy on normal pricing and it was on offer so I got two of them :(

Came home and realised that it didn't make it home with me so I shall have to go to Sainsbury's tomorrow and get some more, I also need to get me some cheese too.

They better have it or else!

I have finally decided on the cupboards that I want for my room, they are pristine white, they shall be ordered tomorrow.

Plus, the La Senza sale is on and I simply MUST go there, will probably go on Tuesday.

Things that are underrated

I shall be updating this list as I think of more stuff.

Number one on the list however are...

Mittens.

I have never bought myself a pair of gloves in my life, the only gloves I have were bought for me by my mother.

Mittens>gloves when it comes to warmth and general winter cuteness.

Two of the people I love the most always laugh at my need to always wear mittens instead of gloves, I think they are just jealous of the fact that my hands are small enough for mittens and theirs aren't.

Mittens are better than gloves for the sole reason that they keep you warmer and if your fingers DO freeze, you can rub them on the palm of your hands to warm them up..try doing THAT in gloves.

Knickers and I mean proper knickers.

There is a lot of fuss about thongs and g strings around these days, about how they are sexier etc..but I personally don't think so, any time I don't need to wear these is a joyous occasion for me, I only wear the "butt floss" when needs be, the rest of the time I am in proper knickers. I don't buy the argument that you can't buy sexy knickers that aren't thongs because you can and I have a truckload of them (about 50-ish) and they get the job done.

It's not that I have a thing against thongs and g strings, I just don't see the need to wear them all the time, they hardly make you feel sexy, though the whole world thinks they do. I think that my semi dislike stems from when I was younger and all the white and black girls were wearing them and desi girls weren't allowed to do so because their mothers thought they were for sluts and ladies with loose morals. My mother wasn't like that and thus allowed me to buy them in abundance which is why I feel that I have nothing to prove to people by letting them know what kinda underwear I am wearing, a disease which desi girls wearing thongs seem to have nowadays.

And plus, now that I know that La Senza have a sale on, I can go mad for both kinds of pants and still have money left over, yay!

Lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng songs

I have restarted cardio again (tis October now) and I decided to listen to some music whilst doing it, I got through 30 minutes easily just by listening to a FEW songs AND I didn't realise where the time went, I wasn't itching to get off the machine due to tiredness (only got off for water as have no shelf near..must fix that). Thank you God for making songs that go on for ages :D if I didn't have them, I would be lost. I especially love anything by The Verve as it starts with grand music for about a minute (which is a lifetime on any cardio exercise) and then it ends with another minute of music, the same is true of Snow by RHCP. Tender by Blur is like a motivational song even though I doubt many people realise it (come on, come on, come on, come on..get through it) and also Evil by Interpol as it has a very punchy beat and it just makes me move.

Sibling love

I still get texts from my brother, very random ones, telling me stuff that is mundane to anyone but really really really cracks me up, i.e. I got a message from him the other day saying that a button fell off his jacket and that he has to visit our mum just so she can sew it back on. He is a don.

...

SDR

I love thee.

More than I believe it is ever possible for you to know.

There is no action that I can take to show you how much love I have for thee as it would be lacking.

There are also no words that can convey it either.

In the absence of both words and actions, you will just have to take my word for it but remember..thou>*.

The happiest that I am in my time is when I see your face, the smile that you get from me is exclusive, nobody ever sees that smile..ever.

Brent Cross to Greenford

Ok, so we are in the car on the way to Greenford and I am shattered, my dad decides to take me et ma mere on a "cultural" visit of the land between Brent and Greenford, so off we go.

Driving around (well I say around, my dad knew where we were going) we find ourselves in Kingston, the place tis ok, reminds me a bit of Hornchurch as the roads are similar as are the houses..pass through there ok, nothing great to see. Oh, actually, there was one house that I fell in love with because it had a bush outside which was purple and pink and the house was painted in the same colours, I would have taken a picture but cars were in the way.

So, we get through Kingston (I assume twas Kingston, though mes dad could have been lying as he often does this to shut me up, that's love for ya!) and we end up in Harrow, man, this place is strange, I have never seen the brown side of Harrow before and man oh man, I didnae see ONE white person..my mum was noticing restaurants that she had heard ads for on Sunrise Radio, there was ONE that looked very English, had an old wheel mounted (word of the week) on the wall.

Past Harrow we get to Wemberrrly, and my mother got to see the Stadium close up (I actually noticed it first, though I had my eyes on the Asda as I was starvinder), she saw it from all angles and marvelled at how much better the old one was, we passed through Wembley High Street and this was the same story as Harrow, not one single white folk did we see. Anywho, there was a Halal Butchers there which I noticed used to be in Southall and all they had done was taken their sign from their Southall shop and put it on this one, as it still said "Tariq Butchers of Southall" on it. Anywho, this place stank, I swear Wembley is smellllllllllllly, all I could smell for 20ish minutes on and off was sewers. I saw the overground station and it was tiled, within the tiles there were the twin towers, they're going to have to change that soon..

Anywho, we were finally on the long road to Greenford and just as we came up to our turning we saw a dude fishing, twas pissing down with rain and he was sitting there having the time of his life.


Got in there, got parking, went to Boots, bought some mascara and off to Sport and Soccer we went, got some more stuff and whilst mes dad was paying, me et mi madre went to the shop next door..man they had some bitchin' stuff in there but we had to rush home for reasons which made me and my mum very angry, we shot off home and by the time we got there, "our guests" had gone.


Lecture was given to the dad and he understood, methinks..and mehopes.

The mother and I shall return next weekend/this Sunday to buy what we wanted.

My trip to Ikea

So yesterday at about half elevenish, me, my mum and my dad set out to go to Ikea.

My dad always hates going there for some reason and yesterday was no different, he takes a different route to the one I take though, I pass by Sahib Auto's and Ace Cafe but that is my dad's second route. Anywho, I digress, yesterday, we were going my dad's normal way and there was a fire and thus there was a lot of traffic. Funny, it was raining so much and we were put off by fire, you would think the fire would have dampened the flames. Anywho, we went the other way to Ikea and we had to park like ten million miles away, me and my dad ran into the shop and my mum was cantering behind (she had on heels and she runs funny). Got in and after some initial confusion re. whether or not to take a bag from the darling man at the front of the shop and whether or not to go upstairs first and then downstairs, we were off. Mother saw some sexy plates which I too fell in love with, dad as usual tried to jolly us along but we were having none of it and after a good 20 minutes circulating around an area no bigger than 4 by 4 metres squared, we left the plates alone, our bag still empty (plates were too large and wouldn't fit in the cupboards and I wanted a black one as opposed to the white ones mi madre wanted and as they weren't selling those, the whole search was rather redundant). Then we moved onto the cups, these cups have been the apple of my eye for an age, they are stackable and have this excellent cut in the bottom so when they are upside down, the water slides off, 19p each! Six were thrown into the bag with much apprehension re. breakages, until we saw a cardboard thingy much like the wine boxes you get in Sainsbury's. The boxes were in a crate that priced them up at 99p each, me not being one to pay for something which isn't really needed, chucked it back into the crate. We minced on to glasses and they had these in abundance, my dad asked the lady who worked there if the cardboard thingies were free and joy to the world, they were! The glasses were boxed up real quick. The utensils section was skimmed over as "you can get them much cheaper in Southall" and we moved onto more plates. This time the hunt was successful as after yet more agonising, we finally found six clear glass plates (we have small bowls at home that match them perfectly), in the bag they went.



Traipsed around for a bit looking for (on a first come, first served basis):

• A clock


• A rug


• Curtain rails and "finials" (the little knobs on the end)


• Pillows
  

The clock section was lovely, found a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge clock which I am definately going to purchase, the rug section was a bit lax and for the life of us we couldn't find the curtain accessories. So, off to pillow land (on the dreaded second floor). Enter the lift and tis like a spaceship, the lights are funky and play tricks with your mind, tis the most unnatural kinda light in the world in there, I kept babbling about something and you could see out of the lift. After battling past the kiddy section on the first floor, we got to pillows and duvets. They had some sexy pillows but in the end I settled for an old favourite, it was so tightly packed into the bag that it came in that it allowed me and my dad to have a decent duel in the middle of the shop floor. This man followed us around the whole store, perv. Anywho, once the pillow was bought we headed for the curtain section, which couldn't find anywhere, this is where my memory gets a bit hazy as I saw some very sexy cupboards (which I will buy if Habitat don't get their fingers outta their arses) and a sexy desk chair (also to be duly purchased). I think we went back to the ground floor and found the curtain stuff, I didn't measure the size of my curtain rail (though I have never had any complaints so far hehe) so I couldn't get that, but I did succeed in getting some curtain stoppers (very kindly made by the people living in the People's Republic of China).

Mum spotted a hook which was for heavy loads (heh, oh the jokes me and my dad had over that) and so I decided to get a differing hook for the back of my door as what I have on there currently is pissing people off so bad, though I don't mind it. Off to the canvasses..

They had a very sexy canvas of NYC in black and white with only the taxis being yellowy orange, that too shall be purchased once my room is completed. There was also a sexy bookcase which needs to be mounted to a wall, that too shall be purchased if my cupboards ever show up, damn you!

Off we went to pay, this woman in the queue next to ours had a bajillion little things in her trolley, twas jam packed I tells thee..so we got into the other queue and were done even before she was. No carrier bag was given but my mum had the insight to take a Sainsbury's bag for life and so most of our stuff went in there, the cups and plates were still in that cardboard carrier and we wrapped it up and we were off. The rain had subsided, I was shattered but we still had to trek to Greenford to purchase some clothes for my mum's friends from India and I had a Boots voucher which needed redeeming.

The next entry into this blog will chronicle my journey from the North Circular to Greenford via the back roads of Kingston and Harrow and it really is not for the faint-hearted hehehe.

Clothes/Ealing/Trips around West London/North West London

I am currently wearing..

Grey socks with multicoloured stars
PJ bottoms with roses on them
A top with an ice lolly adorning the left boob
A brown hoody

Sexy ain't it?

As I am sure you can tell, I'm not afraid of looking like an "idiot", though I hardly call being comfortable, looking like an idiot.

What IS looking like an idiot is getting dressed up in stuff that is uber uncomfortable when you are just popping to the corner shop.

Anywho, getting on with the reading of A History of Modern Britain, I am on chapter 2, the depressed public lost faith in Attlee (I would too if I was made to starve whilst my PM worried about other countries eating well) and re-elected Churchill, gone through the great films made at Ealing, and the author (Andrew Marr) seems to think that Ealing is now a "trendy" town, when it isn't, tis a scuzzhole, it only LOOKS decent because of some of the old school houses.

Also, went to Ikea today..more shall follow later as I am currently too lazy to type.

Talk about timing

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/6723211.stm

I am SO doing that.

Time to drag out my mate Akaaaaaaaaaaaaash and go photo taking.

I shall have to read up a bit more on my photography books but I think I have improved a lot since when I first started.

Currently reading A History of Modern Britain by Andrew Marr, I have always had an interest in how the country became what it is today and this book answers those questions brilliantly.

Next object to establish: How did Britain get a class system? How did the first middle classes realise they were middle class? What did they do/have that the working classes did not? Obviously the answer is riches but if they could ascertain riches, why couldn't the rest of the country? Is it the fault of the monarchy?

(Blow)Job Offers

So I got a job offer, they want to pay me peanuts and I am too nice to say no, something must be done!

Also, I need to get my hair cut but I want to keep the length and get layers as I love the way it swishes, must go see some coiffeurs and see what they think.

My hair is currently like this..

Well, tis a bit longer now (about 1 inch) and I want to keep it that long but get layers so it looks like I have a bob when I tie the longer bits up, but then I can undo it and it all falls into place.

Going shoppeng tomorrow!

More photos

Bleh

There is also a better version of this one someplace too, but I am currently too lazy to find it.

Hmm..the colours are nice but how to make them more vibrant?

I quite liked this one, it came out wonky because I put the camera on night settings.

ALWAYS keep your balls in your pockets lads

Decided to put the TV on and was ecstatic when I heard the following song:

Friendship/The Joog

People underestimate how great friends are, everyone goes on about blood being thicker than water but I don't believe that, in my case I hold my friends in MUCH higher regards than I do most of my family. In fact, I sometimes wish that my friends were my family but hey..anwyho, the main topic of today's sermon is one of my bestest (yes, that's a real word) friends in the whole wide world..THE JOOG aka Jagdeep aka Juggy aka Joogi (international man of mystery is he) , the slaphead below is he, though he doesnae look like this in reality, he looks a lot funnier, and by that I don't mean that he has a rubber face, he looks likes a funny kinda guy (which he is).

Wannabe Paris Hilton! There tis a much funnier picture of him pouting but I no longer have that for some strange reason, also, there is a really eeeeeeeeeeeeeevil picture of him as a kid hehehe, a little baby (the hospital kinda pics..WHICH I DO NOT HAVE ONE OF!)

This guy is a leg-end, a bona fide, motherfucking LEG-END.

He is one of the funniest people I know (only 4 people fall into that category), whenever I feel like crap he ALWAYS makes me laugh, he is truly my brother from another mother and the love I have for him is equal to the love I have for my brothers (well duh).

I liken our relationship to that of Spongebob Squarepants and Squidward. Him being Squiddy, me being Bob. We are also very much like my two favourite men in comedy, Richard Richard and Eddie Hitler, The Joog even LOOKS like Eddie. He is eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil to me but I allow him to get away with it because he is a don. He claims that I look like Dora the Explorer and because I say the word "doi" a lot, he has christened me Doira the Explorer.

He is a bus driver and just yesterday he rear ended someone, hehe.. I will laugh about that forever, I always told him he had a big old arse and now we have proof! I have plans to get on his bus one day and cause havoc and he will be totally powerless, muwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha yeah, I am bad.

I bought him a cake once to say thank you for something and the fat git not only ate the whole cake himself, but he also stole my ice cream AND smeared my top with it (the top has NEVER been the same since). I cut the cake with a key because it was too big and it was at this stage he delivered one of his funniest lines ever (though it only works in that eating-cake-with-a-key situation). Ahh, he also pokes me in shops and makes farting noises so people think I'm letting rip when we all know that girls do not fart, he pokes me for the sake of paining me and he incessantly calls me in bookshops until I turn and pay him some attention, these are just a few of the reasons as to why I love him the way I do, he rocks my fucking socks. He got me interested in the music of Mr Hendrix though he now refuses to give me any more songs, git! The main reason I loves him so is because he bought me Scar Tissue by Antony Kiedis (though I still haven't finished reading it, sorry!)

Anywho Jooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooger B Joooger, ye smelleth.

That is all.

Market Shopper

I'm going to the market back home tomorrow, I havnae been for ages and I'm very excited aboot it.

Ahh..to be money savvy.

I must charge and also update my iPod but I am so unbelievably lazy.

It's toooo hot

I tried to read a book in the shower today, it didn't work, I thought I would balance the book under the shower head and we would be in business but alas, twas difficult.

The book is currently in my window, drying out as the pages are soaked, I am a bit annoyed because I wanted to carry on reading it as I currently have a John Grisham bug. This book is supposedly meant to shock people and show them how lax the system of law is but nothing in it surprises me.

Had to wear different shoes out today as my blister prevented me from wearing my heels, and I had a shower which was disastrous as not only did my book get wet but as I was taking off the blister plaster, it RIPPED the blister, oh man, twas the worst pain I have ever felt in my life, actually I lie, the worst pain I have ever felt is when I fell down that step, bejaysus! That was nearly the end of me.

Came home and was (and still am, shattered), watched these two geniuses on DVD:





Me and my mate were messing around on the tube today and a "gentleman" decided to berate us and called us ignoramuses, to which I replied "Don't you mean ignorami? Oh educated one!"

Wankers like that annoy me, they act clever when they aren't, if you don't know something, don't profess to know it.

Bleh

I am pretty sure I wrote something before but it seems to have deleted itself.

Anywho, don't you hate doing shit you don't want to do?

Number one on my complaints list is going to see family who you don't even like.

E.g. today, I had to go and see my grandparents and they annoy me no end as they do not treat my father the way he deserves to be treated.

Anywho, I went because my parents>whatever anyone else says, and I know that the day I stop doing what they want me to, I command no respect from them.

So I went, it was the most boringest time everrrrrrrrrr.

My grandma sat there quietly talking to my aunt, everyone else was silent, then she started speaking to my other aunt who still cannot look me in the face (reasons may be explained later) and she asked the question she always asks "finished school now have you?" Stupid arse can't tell the difference between uni and school.

Anywho, everyone sat in silence, I was willing my Dad to get up and he finally did.

Man those 30 mins were the longest 30 mins of my life, totally sucked the life out of me, I would have been more comfortable petting spiders.